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FRAGMENT FROM A STORY
-< CHAPTER 8 >-
-< "THE GARDEN" >-
The door,now opens..after it,a wonderfull garden,they see..
They enter..slowly by slowly,step by step,and in their sight,a high tree..
It is old,and has roots,deep,in the ground..the tree of life..
Alike in the fairy-tales that mothers tell to their children,that tree,existed..
But now,as they watch it closely,they see it,as their parents described..
So old,so hight..the tree from their dreams,now,in their front,alive...
Its big trunk,its long branches,witness of times,witness of wars and sadness,
Was standing now,with its roots,steady,in the ground,and the monk,now,coming to it,embraced it,and said,with kindness:
[The Monk]:"Oh,my friend,you offered me,always,that life that others do not have it,
U showd me how to remain steady,with honour,during the wars,against time,
And me,simple man,blind from birth,i see now lore that u provided,
I always was your student,and you,taught me everything you knewd,my friend,staying by my side..
Do you remember the days when we watched the humans killing each other in wars?
Do u remember how u taught me,tree of life,to unlock doors?
I surelly remember you speaking to me,as i watched your leafs when the wind was blowing faster,hearing the echoes of them,understanding their language,
I surelly remember how hard was for me,to hold my breath,when in un-justices made by others,u protected me,of the damage..
The damage of corruption who take control over the rules of living,
The aspects and behaviours of some others who live their life,forgiving,
The same days of past found in a beat of a second,all these,now,told..
Therefore those words said by you,to me,tree of life,who now,old,
Look from above to me,and with your branches,cover me,
Parts of a present are all,but ur words,are true..and i,a blind one,now,i see..."
-< CHAPTER 8 >-
-< "THE GARDEN" >-
The door,now opens..after it,a wonderfull garden,they see..
They enter..slowly by slowly,step by step,and in their sight,a high tree..
It is old,and has roots,deep,in the ground..the tree of life..
Alike in the fairy-tales that mothers tell to their children,that tree,existed..
But now,as they watch it closely,they see it,as their parents described..
So old,so hight..the tree from their dreams,now,in their front,alive...
Its big trunk,its long branches,witness of times,witness of wars and sadness,
Was standing now,with its roots,steady,in the ground,and the monk,now,coming to it,embraced it,and said,with kindness:
[The Monk]:"Oh,my friend,you offered me,always,that life that others do not have it,
U showd me how to remain steady,with honour,during the wars,against time,
And me,simple man,blind from birth,i see now lore that u provided,
I always was your student,and you,taught me everything you knewd,my friend,staying by my side..
Do you remember the days when we watched the humans killing each other in wars?
Do u remember how u taught me,tree of life,to unlock doors?
I surelly remember you speaking to me,as i watched your leafs when the wind was blowing faster,hearing the echoes of them,understanding their language,
I surelly remember how hard was for me,to hold my breath,when in un-justices made by others,u protected me,of the damage..
The damage of corruption who take control over the rules of living,
The aspects and behaviours of some others who live their life,forgiving,
The same days of past found in a beat of a second,all these,now,told..
Therefore those words said by you,to me,tree of life,who now,old,
Look from above to me,and with your branches,cover me,
Parts of a present are all,but ur words,are true..and i,a blind one,now,i see..."
[The Woman]:"You can talk with the tree?Is that possible?"
[The Monk]:"You can talk with me..how's that possible?"..and he was smiling..
[The Man]:"Come here,near the tree,woman,to see the impossible,
That impossible that u know it,from our world,its wonderfull,
Just come here,with me,near the tree,
Close your eyes,listen your heart beat..
Once with it,try to hear..
When the wind blows,the leafs have an echo..
The tree of life,is speaking..
Come on,come here..what you are waiting for?
The stir of the wind between leafs,will encharm your mind..
Now,perhapse i'm crazy--you are thinking,
But hey,come here,have a look,stay here,by my side,
Come on,come here,what you are waiting for?"
The woman came,near the tree of life,slowly..
She is happy now,the fairy-tales came true,
Here,in this world,everything its different,there is no time..strange,oddly;
"No,there's so good to be true",
Said the woman,in her mind..she opens the eyes..
In front of her,a beautifull garden..ALIVE
The same puple roses,now,told her the "nite-nite" stories,
Of those who were sad,and then,were happy,coming back to life..
Awsome flowers,alike in the spring
Who now,brings the eastern wind,
The same snowdrop flowers that she knew,are in that garden,speaking..
"How wonderfull it is" said the woman,smiling...
Will be continued in another page...
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[The Monk]:"You can talk with me..how's that possible?"..and he was smiling..
[The Man]:"Come here,near the tree,woman,to see the impossible,
That impossible that u know it,from our world,its wonderfull,
Just come here,with me,near the tree,
Close your eyes,listen your heart beat..
Once with it,try to hear..
When the wind blows,the leafs have an echo..
The tree of life,is speaking..
Come on,come here..what you are waiting for?
The stir of the wind between leafs,will encharm your mind..
Now,perhapse i'm crazy--you are thinking,
But hey,come here,have a look,stay here,by my side,
Come on,come here,what you are waiting for?"
The woman came,near the tree of life,slowly..
She is happy now,the fairy-tales came true,
Here,in this world,everything its different,there is no time..strange,oddly;
"No,there's so good to be true",
Said the woman,in her mind..she opens the eyes..
In front of her,a beautifull garden..ALIVE
The same puple roses,now,told her the "nite-nite" stories,
Of those who were sad,and then,were happy,coming back to life..
Awsome flowers,alike in the spring
Who now,brings the eastern wind,
The same snowdrop flowers that she knew,are in that garden,speaking..
"How wonderfull it is" said the woman,smiling...
Will be continued in another page...
@Th3Mirr0r
ROMANIAN VERSION
FRAGMENT DINTR-O POVESTE
-< CAPITOLUL 8 >-
-< "GRADINA" >-
Usa,acum,se deschide..dupa ea,o gradina minunata,ei vad..
Ei intra..incetul cu incetul,pas cu pas,si-n fata lor,un copac imens..
E batran,si are radacinile,adanc,in pamant..copacul vietii..
Precum in povestioarele cu zane pe care mamele le spun copiilor lor,acel copac,exista..
Dar acum,pe masura ce il privesc mai indeaproape,ei il vad precum parintii lor l-au descris..
Asa de batran,asa de inalt..copacul din visele lor,acum,in fata lor,viu...
Este un trunchi imens,ramurile-i,martori ai timpurilor,martori ai razboaielor si amaraciunii,
Statea acum,cu radacinile sale,nemiscat,in pamant,iar calugarul,acum,venind catre el,l-a imbratisat si-a spus,cu bunatate:
[Calugarul]:"Ah,prietenul meu,mi-ai oferit,intotdeauna,acea viata pe care altii nu o au,
Mi-ai aratat cum sa raman nemiscat,cu onoare,in timpul razboaielor,impotriva timpului,
Iar eu,simplu om,orb din nastere,vad acum invatatura ce-ai oferit-o,
Am fost mereu elevul tau,iar tu,m-ai invatat tot ce stiai,prietenul meu,stand de partea mea..
Iti amintesti zilele in care noi privit-am oamenii ucigandu-se unii pe altii in razboaie?
Iti amintesti,cum m-ai invatat,copac al vietii,sa deschid usi?
Eu sigur imi amintesc de tine vorbindu-mi,in timp ce eu iti priveam frunzele cand vantul batea cu repeziciune,ascultand ecourile lor,intelegandu-le limba,
Desigur ca-mi amintesc ce greu a fost pentru mine,sa-mi tin respiratia,cand in nedreptati facute de altii,m-ai protejat,de pericol..
Pericolul coruptiei ce-si ia control asupra regulilor traiului,
Aspecte si obiceiuri ale altora,ce-si traiesc viata,iertand,
Aceleasi zile din trecut gasite-ntr-o bataie de secunda,acestea toate,acum,spuse..
De aceea aceste cuvinte spuse de tine,catre mine,copac al vietii,ce acum,batran,
Te uiti de deasupra catre mine,iar ramurile tale,ma acopera,
Parti ale unui prezent sunt toate,dar
cuvintele tale,sunt adevarate..iar eu,acum,vad..."
[Femeia]:"Poti vorbi cu copacul?"Este aceasta posibil?"
[Calugarul]:"Tu poti vorbi cu mine..cum e posibil asta?"..si el zambea..
[Barbatul]:"Vin-o aici,langa copac,femeie,sa vezi imposibilul,
Caci imposibilul ce-l cunosti,din lumea noastra,e minunat,
Doar vin-o aici,cu mine,langa copac,
Inchide-ti ochii,asculta-ti bataia inimii..
O data cu ea,incearca sa auzi..
Cand vantul bate,frunzele au un ecou..
Copacul vietii,vorbeste..
Haide,vin-o aici..ce mai astepti?
Agitatia vantului dintre frunze,iti va incanta mintea..
Acum,poate-s nebun--te gandesti,
Dar hai,vin-o aici,ce mai astepti?"
Femeia,veni,langa copacul vietii,cu incetineala..
Ea-i vesela acum,povestile cu zane au devenit reale,
Aici,in lumea aceasta,totul e diferit,aici nu mai exista timp..ciudat,bizar;
"Nu,e prea frumos sa fie adevarat",
Spuse femeia,in mintea sa..ea-si deschide ochii..
In fata ei,o minunata gradina..VIE
Aceeasi tradafiri purpurii,acum,i-au spus povestile de somnic,
Ale celor ce-au fost tristi,iar apoi,bucurosi,revenind la viata..
Minunate flori,precum in primavara
Ce acum,aduce vantul estic,
Aceleasi flori de ghiocei pe are le stia,sunt in gradina aceasta,vorbind..
"Ce minunat este!" spuse femeia,zambind...
Va continua in alta pagina...
@Th3Mirr0r